On the screen, all the richness of human codes is available: knowledge, communication, all the furious chaos of one’s social life can be compressed and sent to hand.
But a flatness prevails. There is no sense of decay, of time passing, of Treat Ave following a curve that turns out to be the spine of old Mission Creek. At any point in the physical world, there is infinity in all directions, a grid that is not just spatial but temporal.
Really enjoyed this piece by Alexis Madrigal on San Francisco’s history and its present, as seen through the lens of buildings and physical spaces.